A Man In A Suit

10685599_10152580951875974_9153969302753979641_n.jpgA man in a suit stands next to a car that looks like a bullet. Another man stands next to him in clean, neat work clothes, the construction project manager. He stands next to an SUV-like vehicle with a 4 by 4 truckbed. He unfolds a blue-print and lays it flat on the open tail-gate. The man in the suit takes his eyes from the forest before him and looks down.

They look many times from the map back at their property. The project manager points, placing building lines over the rough green foliage that faces them. A wind blows from the property, and if you held up a certain kind of microphone, up into the forest wind, you would hear a voice.

“You have no jurisdiction here. This is the world. And here in the world we have our own predator, hidden in the rustling leaves, up in the swaying branches. The world’s power may be unnoticeable to you, a crack of a twig on the ground, a flickering shadow over the sun. The predator that beat you here by a million years is all over everything, like a storm. 

“It should be the only thing on your map. It is the life that holds everyone of us in place. You only see the contour of the hill and the edges of the lake. If your truck explodes with rust, then you have met the power. Look at yourself. Weeds are growing through your bodies like beautiful swords.

“There is a storm of life in here, at rest, waiting. Our life turns toward you with ten thousand eyes. We see you.